117 Days of James Patterson – Day Twenty
Day Twenty, Chapter Twenty
So Marcus Dowling – who, if you recall, might have suffered a heart attack in Chapter 12 (JESUS CHRIST! Marcus Dowling was dying) – is apparently alive and offering a $50,000 reward for info leading to the arrest of his wife’s killer. (Either he was having a “stress attack” or “maybe he was acting.”)
Is he jamming us up with wacko tipsters so we can’t work the case?
Lindsay “assess(es) the horizontal grooves that had appeared overnight on Jacobi’s forehead.” Jacobi calls a meeting:
Jacobi pulled a chair into the center of the bull pen, straddled it, and called the squad to attention.
Ah, so its that kind of meeting.
I was struck again by how crappy he looked. Jacobi is a veteran of the force: he’s served roughly twenty years in Homicide, a survivor of both physical attacks and life’s vicisitudes. So what was so special that it was bothering the hell out of him?
(I actually laughed out loud when I read that last part. And James, you get a Triple Word Score for “vicisitudes.”) The squad gives rundowns of their cases: Detective Chi, “five feet eleven inches of canny braniac” is working the WCF case & still hasn’t read the front cover of this book to figure out what that means. He’s been busy looking through the phone book for names with those initials. Nice work, braniac. Lindsay then steps “next into the buzz saw” and offers up “the whole nine yards of the nothing” they have on the Dowling murder. Your tax dollars hard at work.
Jacobi nodded, then he dropped the bomb.
Man, alright, meeting adjourned. Damn.
Go to Day Twenty-One.